Strange, it is. I don't have to be told twice what to do...or what not to.
I am not perfect- but I do know my responsibilities and my limitations (though I do agree -sometimes I overlook them when my enthusiasm takes over). And I try to do things as best as I can, keeping my family as my focus.
When it comes to strangers, I am usually the one to draw the line.
So then...Did I cross a line?
I must have...in hindsight...
But then...did I deserve this? How can a man bulldoze a woman like this? How is it acceptable! I certainly don't want to remember it. He cornered me...and those awful words...How can he talk to me like this? So blunt...so point blank...ek shauhar aur biwi ke beech mein...what was he trying to tell me...!!!
I don't get the point. He is not my shauhar and I am not his biwi...and nothing of that sort exists between us. So then, was he purely trying to intimidate me? If so, he succeeded...I cannot stop cringing every time I remember it...neither can I stop remembering it...
This is so awful! I look up to this guy. How could he behave so inappropriately with me...so crude...so bold...I...How dare he suggest it to me, even if it was to get rid of me!
...Get rid of me...Oh yes, he wants just that...I am least concerned about that.
All I know is, this man has a heart of gold. He kept me safe...made sure my Ammi was fine. He even understood my pain in the hospital. And just now, with Ashrafi...he confirmed my analysis of him.
The man comes across as an angel hiding in the devil's disguise...'why' is not for me to find out..
He also punishes himself mercilessly and seeks refuge in solitude...That matters to me. Because I can see he is in pain...and he is resisting...rebelling...
If anyone of my family or friends went through this, I would go after them...shake them out of despondency...
He is not family- Alvira Aunty is...and she wants someone to take care of him..I promised her I would...at least until Joe is back...
Nor is he a friend...I guess he is way above my league for that...but there is something...some moments we have shared together...that makes him something to me...
It is beyond fascination...I have seen a side few others have seen...I must have seen that for a purpose??? I am the only one who saw the scars...
...I cannot see someone suffering like this...
But where do I draw the line? How can he shout at me one moment and shield me from injury the next? How can he insult me and then defend me when someone does the same to me?
There is a lot I don't understand...
Right now, I think I will go with my gut feeling.
Perhaps, someday I will understand what my gut is feeling!